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a-lil-random-artist · 1 month ago

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Leah’s Normal Day

Chapter 11: Arguement / The Glowing Enchanted Flowers / The conversation

(TW: LANGUAGE / GORE!!!)

After driving the empty road and defeating Mr Splitz, Three of them came back to the Toyshop to teleport in the void realm. Theodore is holding Leah (leia) who is injured after getting sliced by the boomerang when Mr Splitz threw it. “Is she’s going to be okay…?” Rj whispers. “She’s going to be okay…there’s nothing to be worried about…we’re just gonna take her to the witchcraft area, so we can figure out how to-“ Theodore hesitated when he heard the door creaked, and they both turn around to see who it was until…Mortality appears as he shut the door clicked with his foot. “You thought I was fooled by you little maggots. Well, I don’t know why the flying bullsh*t you guys were sneaking out from the wonderland home after the Prototype Warners told me THREE of you maggots snuck out from here.” Mortality said in serious tone, crossing his own arms. “Uhh…Hey, look, i-i-its not what it looks like, but there was the killer clown who is trying to kill us because he is just wearing the costume, which is not Halloween yet, the clown is trying to kill us until he ended up chasing after us until he got died and ran over by the train. End of the story,“ Theodore and Rj started to walk away to tried to avoid it from Mortality until Theodore ended up getting shoulder grabbed by Mortality’s clawed hand, not going to let the boys go anywhere. “You’re not going anywhere from me, you punk little sh*ts…who the actual f*ck are you holding?” Mortality went closer towards and see what he is holding, but what he discovered is Leah (leia) got passed out, got a nosebleed and the blood head. He begins to placed his hand on her side of her head until he realized she is injured, got the bloodstained on his hand. “She’s injured…” Mortality muttered before he looked up to Theodore. “What happened to my daughter Leah (leia)? Where in the living hell have you been this time?” Mortality ask in serious tone. “Wait listen, here’s what happened for what we did. Both of them and I were sneaking out from the void realm and we’re just hiking at night because we didn’t get to go hike yet at night, and the teenage 17 or 18 year old lady came up and tried to follow us, because she went all by herself at the closed waterfalls when she left her family and camping-“ “You guys are sneaking out and snuck through the closed waterfall!?” He replies shockingly, realizing three of them were snucking in the closed waterfalls which it was illegal to snuck in the closed places. “I mean yeah, we just really wanna have fun, but we’ve ended up getting caught by Mr Splitz the mask clown-“ “Mr Splitz the mask clown, really!?” Mortality cuts off from Theodore’s explanation. “Yeah! He’s trying to kill us during driving on the road, but we ended up destroying his car, and he got ran over by the train after I pushed him off!” Theodore explains the truth. “You kill Mr Splitz!? Mr Splitz was Billy’s father because only he cares was his son!”

He replies in serious tone. “Because Mr Splitz just kidnapped the victims, and forced them into the performers slaves! Every people knows what he did! Mr Splitz kill his slaves, and he never get arrested or in jail, but now he’s dead when he ran over by the train!” “ENOUGH OF THIS YAPPING!” Mortality snapped out of it. “Someday, I think It’s time for you yappachinos to have the discussion between me, and Jolly for what you yappachinos did. If I were you boys, I’ll not go out there, and I’ll not try to do something about this reckless sh*ts.” Mortality holds Leah (leia) from Theodore, looking at him in serious and glaring tone before glancing down at her, seeing her still passed out when his expression turned out little worried and felt bad for his adopted daughter. “I need to being her to the witches…they should have fix her…I’ll tell her that she’ll be grounded for 3 days…” He decided he had to bring her to the witchcraft area as he entered the blank door with the decorated dream catcher on it. Once he enter’s the room, he told the witches for what happened the teenagers doing reckless snucking in the closed waterfalls, and battling on the road. The witches accept it to fix her, so they both decided they would have to fix her and get the hard things done on her which they were figuring out how to fix her injured whenever they would have to do it quickly before it’ll be too late. In witchcraft area, Leah’s (leia) eyes slowly opened, didn’t even know what’s going on when the lights are flashing her from the passed out while, got the injured for hours ago. “*groan* W-Where am i…? Am I home…?” She groaned when she woke up, but suddenly, she realized she was in witchcraft area, laying on the lab table strapped were she cannot escape from the grip. She started to struggle quickly from the strapped table, realizing the witches are still there and figuring out to fix her. “L-Let me go!” Leah (leia) struggles, and she saw Caden are looking at her before going towards the table. “This might sting for painful moment,” Caden replies, pulling out the flu shot from the table after making the ingredients. “please do not resist or its going to poke you if you keep resisting, little lamb…” Suddenly, he slowly poked the needle of the flu shot through her arm, making her stop before filling her up. Leah’s (leia) eyes slowly shut her eyes, feeling the sense of knocked out as she is no longer resisting on the table lab no more.

1 hours later…

Leah’s (leia) eyes are flickered and slowly woke up from the knocked out after getting flu shot by Caden during in the witchcraft area. Now she is at Jolly’s room, laying on the vintage bed, and right next to her is the vintage drawer and the vase of glowing flowers, Velvet Roses. Roses was Leah’s (leia) favorite flower when she used to go to the Rosedale mall with her mother when she used to be the young girl, but sometimes people do allergic to Roses. She glance at the old vintage makeup desk, recognizing she has the bandage around her head, and there was the vase of glowing flower, Orchid. Orchid is her Mother’s (Chesney’s) favorite flower ever since her mother told her it was her favorite flower of orchid, but now her Mother is brainwashed because she neglected her and Logan for last days ago. “I thought I was in lab…” Leah (leia) replies alone until someone knocked the door. “*Sigh* Come in…” When someone enters in, It was “Jolly” the delightful sheep lady who came in and wanted to check on her if she is okay. “Hello little lamb…Are you feeling okay? I didn’t really get to see you today…” She ask and placed her hand on her head, checking on her if she is hot or cold. “I’m okay…but, what’s with the flowers? Why is the flowers glowing?” Leah (leia) ask as Jolly glance at the glowing flowers were its was still glowing in Enchanted. “Oh, its all because of the night were the Enchanted glowing flowers will never be dying forever…My mother told me that if she dies when she gets older, the flowers will be glowing and delightful Enchanted…its like she is right with us in our side…just like my grandmother when she dies as the Orchid flowers are glowing Enchanted…matter in fact…it can heal you up if you place the Enchanted Orchid or Roses in the warmth water, so it could make you feel better… it can heal you like the medicine…but I should go have a talk with Mortality…Theodore will come in and hang out with you alone…is that alright with you?”

Jolly said as Leah (leia) nodded that she can allow him to come in. “Okay, I shall see you tomorrow morning, little lamb…Theodore will come hang out with you alone…” After Jolly left and disappears, Leah (leia) is waiting for Theodore to visit in Jolly’s room, still alone on the old vintage bed with playing on her fingers until someone enters in, and it was Theodore who came in. “Hey starlight…” “Oh hey Theodore…” Leah (leia) replies, seeing him sitting on the edge of the bed right next to her. “How are you feeling well?” He asked. “It’s pretty fine…but I was knocked out because I keep resisting on the lab table were I was strapped until Caden penetrates the flu shot inside me…a-and he knocked me out cold after I was trying to get out from the lab table straps…” After Leah (leia) explains, Theodore could tell she is awake and trying to resist from the straps because both of the twins adult are fixing her so they could get this things done. “Well, I can tell you were resisting from the straps, because the twins are trying to fix your injures to get things done, but it could cause your head to get hurt if you try to run away.” “But…I cant help it, because I dont know why someone bring me in the witchcraft area, Jolly told me and the children not go in, or touching the dangerous object…” She told him. “I mean if anyone in this family members gets injured or become sickness, they can tell Jolly or Mortality they got sick, so they could sent them to the witchcraft area.” Theodore told her, which Jolly didn’t told Leah (leia) if anyone in family members got injured or sickness. “But why she didn’t tell me?” Leah (leia) ask. “Maybe she forgot by the way…But I had a bad news for you…” Theodore said, and Leah (leia) is waiting for him to respond if he usually had the bad news for her. “Well, the bad news is that Mortality told me you going to be grounded for 3 days…” Theodore reveals. “Wait, why?” “It’s because we snuck out, sneaking through the closed waterfalls, and battling on the road and destroy Mr Splitz car…in fact…We killed Mr Splitz when he got ran over by the train…” Leah (leia) can’t really help, but feel the sense of guilty and ashamed of herself because what she did was wrong, causing Mr Splitz death demises when he is killed by the Train an incidents, and also vandalize the car that got destroyed for last hours ago. She got reminded by Theodore whenever she would be grounded for 3 days until the 3 days of grounded is over in days.

Rj is walking down alone and passing by the portrait doors of Proto warners, Rabbit, and Clown, but he heard the voices coming from the portrait door of sheep, and someone might be having conversation while the door is peeked little opened. He decided he had to check to see what’s going on before he peeks through the little peeked opened door, discovering Theodore’s and Leah’s (leia) conversation. Theodore placed his hand onto her cheek, caressing her cheek with his thumb. “Don’t worry…I can fix it for you…” Theodore smiles. He leaned his lips to her’s, pressing his lips against her’s with no longer resisting. “Theodore, what are you-“ Before Leah (leia) is asking him what he’s doing, Suddenly, He begin to kiss her passionately. Leah (leia) didn’t resist or not going to push him away from her, she kissed him back, caressing his long dreads hair. Rj stick his tongue out into disgusted, because he discovered that Theodore secretly fell in love with her so much, and not expose his secret to everyone in figures. Rj begins to walk away in disgusted, looking back for one last time before looking away to keep seeking away. “Eugh…why is no one single? Gross…”

To be continued…

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senatortedcruz · 10 months ago

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would you recommend floor seats for the short swifties or would we be unable to see? congrats on getting to see ts up close btw

FWIW I am a TALL female like 5'10'' and I was on my tiptoes the whole time to actually see her moving. SEATS might be a different story by the end of the night I was ready to commit murder for the chance to sit down. Having sat in the nosebleeds and stood on the floor I think floor is a better POV of the performance because seeing her move around and dance and sing and shit so close to you at your level is sooooo bonkers to comprehend.

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eritvita · 2 years ago

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And embarrassment creeps up along his throat like fresh, Summer vines, and beyond that berry'd fruit of his own nose as it bleeds and refuses to stop– to inspire Roland to tender to his satchel quickly, to find something of an embroidered handkerchief– is his mind riddled with animal panic.

What was that cacophonous Ball that remains hardy within this mortal man's own breast and hooked into his esoterical Spirit like unkind fishing in the middle of the Blue Ocean? How dost it listen, speak, gurgle in its moisture and dost recognize Roland's own Inhumanity, and to hunger as dost it in a never-ending spiral that threats to burn this soul of a fresh Wizard down to the marrow of his ivory filigree?

"I am sorry," murmurs he, as he dost he finally exhume his 'kerchief; as he presses it firmly to his dripping nose, blinking stout for his sore eyes and frantic Heart, and to straighten his spine against the log. "I shouldst hath mentioned thee; 'twere my curiosity what bade me to Look, and to better Understand in mine own Way. Dost I borne thee no deliberate offense, Wizard Gale. Forgive me," says he solemnly.

Whence his nose is staunched and crusting upon the corners dost Roland so stand, slow and deliberate; careful of frighting deer, of spooking wild beasts, and keeping his distance for that pierce of the Wizard's personal, sacred Space. "I will aide thee. The threat of the Worms is far greater than this planet hast seen in a short fortnight, and spread across the World grander than a cataclysmic weather vane. Whomst is thine Leader?" inquires Roland, with a pinch of concern within his brows; with that hard marble of worry set upon his handsome jaw.

He smiles apologetically, the wounds upon his body to borne him tired, Olde, and keeps he his hands within immediate sight; this broad, tall Form with pointed ears and ragged, once-expensive clothing, his leather satchel hanged upon his shoulder and resting peaceably 'pon Roland's side.

It is a sickening sensation, one which he feels so wholly through his body. Of his bones being peered at by celestial eyes, viscera unfolded and read as a petty scroll. A weight that he is so inconsequential, a feeling that with the snap of a finger his existence could be blinked into nothing. He shudders, suddenly the fire is too warm, this otherworldly company too close.

He lifts to his feet, dusting off his gilded purple clothing. "Whatever it is that you have executed upon me, I would kindly request that you do no such invasion again. That was," and he swings his arm to accent his words, "a complete onslaught of my bodily privacy."

The sympathy in Roland's voice has him wince. Perhaps he has been to harsh in his reaction, and yet such a gross delving into his privacy stokes his ire. "You have gazed upon things you should not have and learned what you have no right to know. At least not yet."

#THANK U OMFG💖💖💖💖 i was worried it would come off as too weird for this!!!#so there was a video i saw a while back where a racoon was preening a beagle?? i think? and ending up nipping the dog's ear too hard #the beagle yipped and the racoon patted the dog's face rapidly w its little paws in a 'are u okay omg omg are u okay' way #& that's exactly what roland is feeling presently💖#mystraguideme #v; the weight #th; morning Spheres #nosebleed mention for ts

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bageltopia · 11 months ago

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ok what is 'edge of glory lmfao wtf' for wip ask game....

so...this is one of my earliest OP ideas and is pretty nsfw so under the cut it goes

but it's basically my idea where after they all reunite post-TS, instead of getting nosebleeds all the time, sanji pops boners all the time lmao 😭 and zoro has to uh. help him learn to get ahold of himself and then it turns into like an edgefest 😭

anyway here's an excerpt

Now Sanji’s memory wasn’t photographic, and his imagination wasn’t limitless, and—and—he was tired, okay? Not just physically speaking, though the training day in and day out was grueling, to put it mildly. He was tired, and a little sad, of being separated from his crew for so long. To be alone among strangers. More alone than he could remember ever being, except perhaps when he was very young… Anyway. It wasn’t the horniness. It was the loneliness, so to speak.

#ask

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somnas-writes · 10 months ago

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My hack to getting through Post TS One Piece is to skip alll of Sanjis weird gags.

He’s dying of a nosebleed? I didn’t see it 🤷‍♂️, simply skipped 15 seconds forward.

#I love him I swear but I can’t stand his ass #I have skipped all of his weird swooning #black leg sanji #sanji op #one piece sanji #op sanji #one piece #fishman island #post time skip one piece #somnas.rambles #also I would like to share that my favorite part of the post time skip so far has been Brooks singing #he’s sooo funny

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uniquejellyfishqueen · 8 months ago

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A collection of blood from Taylor Swift

“Poison blood from the wound of the pricked hand

You made a really deep cut

Screamed “Fuck you Aimee” to the night sky, as the blood was gushin

You’re an animal, you are bloodthirsty

“I might just die, it would make no difference”

Down bad, waking up in blood

Staring at the sky, come back and pick me up

And baby, now we’ve got bad blood

All that blood shed, crimson clover

I gave my blood sweat and tears for this, hosted parties and starved my body.

If you live like that, you live ghosts

If you love like that, blood runs cold

Blood’s thick but nothing like a payroll

Marked me like a bloodstain

And you can aim for my heart, go for blood. But you would still miss me in your bones.

Past the blood and the bruise

The crown is stained, but you’re the real queen

I looked around in a blood-soaked gown

Bad was the blood of the song in the cab

Red blood, white snow

Flesh and blood amongst war machines

You’re the new God, we’re worshipping

Like you’d get your knuckles bloody for me

And how the blood rushed into my cheeks

And I’m not even sorry, nights are so starry, blood moon lit”

Factor XI and Factor XII play a role in blood clotting..

*I am so not a doctor but I know how to read…

Factor XI is a rare clotting disorder that affects about 1 in 100,000 people worldwide. It’s caused by a mutation in the F11 gene. It’s also known as hemophilia C. (TS has 11 helmets for the car for Indy, she has 11 albums…)

Signs and symptoms of factor 11 are frequent nosebleeds, easy bruising, bleeding under the skin, bleeding of the gums, prolonged bleeding after childbirth, prolonged menstrual bleeding.

It was first recognized in 1953 in patients who experienced severe bleeding after dental extractions.

-“don’t worry we took all her teeth”

Factor XII can interact with fibrin to create a tighter clot structure

*Hemophilia, a rare condition of the blood that prevents clotting during injuries, they lack a protein that contributes to clotting called Factor VIII (The blue nail.) it is believed that Hemophilia was passed down for generations by Queen Victoria to her three children and is therefore known as “The Royal Disease.”

*India has the second largest number of Hemophilia patients. Most patients in India do not have access to cure because of its rarity and high costs.

Factor II (black nail) deficiency. Is a rare, inherited or acquired bleeding disorder with an estimated incidence of one case per 2 million population.

On the clock it has her right thumb with the black nail (6th album) at the 2. (Added together equals 8)

Her left thumb with the blue nail (5th album) is at the 8. (Added together equals 13)

**another fun blood fact is

Christmas Disease also known as hemophilia B or factor IX (mirror of XI) a bleeding disorder that occurs when a gene that helps blood clot is mutated. The disorder was first described in 1952 in a patient named Stephen Christmas, and is named after him. Symptoms of this can include bleeding into joints, which can cause pain and swelling. (She mentioned her hand cramping during one of the European shows. -> show 97 N1 in Edinburgh on 6/7/2024. She also played “ ‘Tis The Damn Season” which had been removed from the set on 5/9/2024 on the 1st show of the European Leg.)

The Taylor Swift Holiday Collection was released on 10/14/2007 (17 years ago) and it was 7 years and 13 days before 10/27/2014 (1989’s birthday)

7/13 she wore the new Fearless dress and a new TTPD dress 2/11. (112) also is that a nod to “My baby loves me like I’m brand new” like she wasn’t as fearless as she should have been before.

8/13

World organ donation day

*2003 was the first HIV- to HIV + kidney transplant.

*there are 42 voting members on the Organ Procurement and Transplantation Network. The Advisory Committee on Organ Transplantation has up to 11 members, including the Chair.

*According to Donate Life America there are more than 100,000 people waiting for lifesaving organ transplants. Even the largest football stadium in the US could not fit the number of patients on the national transplant waiting list…(its also so interesting that they would write that on their website, if their mission is to save lives why are they wasting time worrying about the biggest football field?). Well would you look at that. The largest football stadium in the US is Michigan Stadium, also known as “The Big House”. (I am now picturing Stephen Colbert saying “Not in my house.”) the capacity in the big house is 107,601 but has host crowds of over 115,000…isn’t that a fire hazard? The Big House is located in Ann Arbor and is home to the Wolverines. It was built in 1927, the record attendance was in 2013 when Michigan hosted Notre Dame with a crowd of 115, 109. Since 11/8/1975 every home game at Michigan Stadium they have had a crowd of over 100,000

*the 10th largest stadium in the US is the Rose Bowl. More to come on this.

*the 13th largest stadium is Ben Hill Griffin Stadium in Gainesville, FL 😏 which a “Swiftie” Society hosted 2 listening parties there. 1 for 1989 TV and the 2nd was for TTPD. 5/11 on 5/11/24 N3 in Paris she played Fearless track 2 and Midnights track 4… (Like the 42 voting members. Or is it a nod to Jackie Robinson? His biopic was released 4/12/2013) 10+2 (12) 2+4 (6) -> 12/6 is N1/3 in Vancouver. The last stop.

12/6 is Miners day 😂 thats punny. But also Princess Diana was an advocate for the Mines. And TS the song mine…and also the use of mine pertaining to the ego problem, back to I, Me, Mine…. My name is. The identity problem of the performers but also being able to keep the connection to their true selves and never losing themselves to the monster they have to become to survive.

12/6/1790 the US Congress moves from NYC to Philly

12/6/1865 The US State of Georgia ratifies the 13th Amendment to the US Constitution

12/6/1897 London becomes the world’s first city to have licensed taxicabs

12/6/1907 In Monongah, WV a coal mine explosion kills 362 workers

12/6/1917 More than 1,900 people are killed from a munition’s explosion near Halifax, Nova Scotia

12/6/1941 During WW2, Camp X opens in Canada to train Allied Secret Agents for the war.

12/6/1973 in a vote of 387-35 the US House of Reps confirm Gerald Ford as VP of the US. That was close..

12/6/1992 Jerry Rice, wide receiver of the San Francisco 49ers catches NFL record 101st touchdown in a 27-3 win over the Miami Dolphins.

12/6/1992 The San Francisco Giants sign Pirates outfielder Barry Bonds to a record $43M deal.

12/6/2017 the US states 45th President Donal Trump’s Administration officially announces the recognition of Jerusalem as the capital of Israel.

Christian feast day: Jeremy Taylor who was a clerks in the Church of England who achieve fame as author during the Protectorate (12/16/1635-5/25/1659) of Oliver Cromwell. He is sometimes known as the “Shakespeare of Divines” for his poetic style expression, and he is frequently cited as one of the greatest prose writers in the English Language.

*so like the greatest in the league 😏

National left handers day

*Phenomenal “I write with the left, same hand I hold the mic with” also this was for South Paw featuring JG. But Paws make me think paws of a dog, like the dogs in the Blank Space video?

8/13/1860 Annie Oakley birthday

*MW ft Ben Burgess (common name, just like the name of her cat.) Outlaw “Till you rolled in like Annie Oakley with them guns blazing”

->”rip the bandaid off and skip town like an asshole outlaw” hits different.

-> “Bandaids don’t fix bullet holes” Bad Blood -> “Bandaid on a Bullet hole” MW

8/13/1906 The all black infantrymen of the U.S. Army’s 25th regiment are accused of killing a white bartender and wounding a white police officer in Brownsville, TX. They are later dishonorably discharged, their records end up being restored to reflect the honorable discharge but they were no financial settlements.

That sounds like the Central Park 5 and the West Memphis 3.

8/13/1918 BMW is established as a public company in Germany

8/13/1943 Evangelist Billy Graham marries Christian author Ruth Bell in Montreat, NC.

*is this the Grahams we are supposed to meet?

8/13/1964 Peter Allen and Gwynne Evan’s are hanged for the murder of John Alan West becoming the last people executed in the UK

8/13/1965 Help is released by The Beatles in the US

8/13/1969 The Apollo 11 (11 again..) astronauts enjoy a ticker-tape parade in NYC. Paste that evening at a state dinner in LA Richard Nixon awards them the Presidential Medal of Freedom.

8/13/1995 Mickey Mantel died

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Auctioned (P. 1)

Pairing: Dark!Thomas Shelby x Virgin!Reader/OC

Warning: Darkish Themes, Prostitution, Smut, Eventual Loss of Virginity, Dubious Consent, Corruption, Destructive Behavior, Massive Age Gap

Notes: Damn, I had this in my drafts for a while but could not publish it as I was a little afraid about how it would be perceived. Also this is the first time I used an OC, so be gentle with me.

The rain fell relentlessly, a steady rhythm that matched the pounding of Y/N's heart as she walked down the dimly lit streets of Small Heath.

It was a neighbourhood perpetually caught in the grip of shadows, where whispers of danger cascaded through the air like an ominous secret.

Clutching her coat tighter around her trembling form, Y/N navigated the labyrinthine alleyways towards her destination. The wind howled, carrying with it a sense of desperation that seemed to echo her own.

After mere minutes of walking down the street, the brothel she had worked at as a waitress for the past two years stood ominously before her, its ornate facade a stark contrast to the gritty reality of its surroundings.

It was a daunting place she had visited many times before. Both of her sisters worked there, and it was Y/N's eldest sister who had orchestrated tonight’s ordeal.

When Y/N was only sixteen years old, her eldest sister told her not to give away her innocence lightly as, according to her, a woman’s virginity was a commodity these days. Men were willing to pay much money for it, and six months after Y/N turned eighteen, she decided to partake in one of the brothel’s first-ever auctions.

“There are many men here tonight and you are the only virgin” Y/N's sister told her, causing Y/N to cringe but remain silent. “In three months’ time Em, we will be debt-free” her sister then reassured her as rumors of illicit dealings and forbidden desires swirled around the brothel’s walls, warning Y/N and the two other girls partaking in tonight’s events to tread with caution.

Y/N's determination propelled her forward though nonetheless, into the grand hall of the establishment and, albeit with trepidation lingering in every step, she pushed through her anxiety. The weight of her decision bore down on her shoulders now, the knowledge that she had offered her innocence for sale causing a knot of guilt to form in the pit of her stomach.

Pushing open the heavy wooden doors, the creaking sound reverberated through the room, capturing the attention of its mysterious clientele, including men that were twice and three times Y/N's age.

Seeing them, gave Y/N second thoughts. She disappeared again into the back of the room, telling her sister that she was unsure as to whether she could go through with this and, once again, her sister reminded her of what was to come if she did not.

“Trust me Em, it is better to fuck one guy for a few months than a ton of them for years. You will have money once your time is up. It will be worth it” her sister told Y/N, who reluctantly nodded.

The deal was to give up her virginity and three months of her life to the highest bidder and in the brothel’s owner’s opinion, such offering was going to attract a bid of at least one-thousand pounds.

One thousand pounds was more than Y/N could make in five years, thus she agreed, setting herself up for a good life of her own.

***

Glancing through one of the open doors again, Y/N saw that the auction room was illuminated by dim candlelight, casting elongated shadows across the velvety red curtains that framed the stage.

Many men were still arriving, taking their seats and talking with each other. Y/N could count at least fifteen thus far and were astonished by the fact that all these wealthy men were prepared to pay for her inexperience.

Then, a hushed silence fell over the crowd as another man walked in and it was your sister who peaked through the crack in the door with you now, trying to ascertain what was happened.

“Oh shit” she said as she looked at the man who just walked in. His sharp features were framed by a weave of dark hair, blue eyes piercing the dimly lit room with a predatory intensity. This was Thomas Shelby - a figure whispered about in hushed tones, notorious for his criminal empire, and feared even by those who claimed to know him.

“Who is he?” Y/N asked nonetheless, curious about this handsome but intimidating-looking stranger.

“His name is Thomas Shelby. You would have heard of him?” Y/N's sister said, causing Y/N's chin to drop as, just like everyone else, she had indeed heard of him. He was often referred to as the king of Birmingham, a man whose name had become entwined with notions of danger and darkness. He had blood on his hands and was a career

Criminal who was so powerful that even the police did not stand in his way.

“It is time, come on” the owner of the establishment then said and, with trembling legs, Y/N walked into the room, accompanied by her sister.

All heads turned as Y/N's presence filled the room, but she did not take notice of anyone but him, secretly hoping for this stranger to make a bid.

Y/N's breath hitched as, within seconds, her eyes locked with those of this dangerous man, his icy blue orbs penetrating through her like a shard of glass. She felt exposed, vulnerable, as if he could see every secret she held close to her chest, every fear she carried.

Thomas smirked at her, his lips curling with a dangerous mixture of arrogance and charm. He adjusted his tailored suit with the precision of a man who commanded respect, his piercing gaze locked upon the platform where the auctioneer eventually prepared to begin, with you by his side,

The auctioneer's voice boomed through the room, shattering the silence like a crack of thunder.

"Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we present to you a rare opportunity. Up for sale to the highest bidder is this young woman's innocence and her services for three months, at a location of your choosing” the man announced and, immediately, whispers raced through the air, mingling with the pounding of hearts.

Eyes flickered from Y/N to Thomas and back again, playing a silent game of anticipation and curiosity. Y/N's cheeks burned with a mix of nervousness and defiance. This was her choice, her chance to take control of her own destiny and yet she hoped that, at least, someone she could be attracted to would become her bidder.

As such, Thomas Shelby was clearly the most attractive and intriguing man in the room and, whilst Y/N had heard tales of Thomas Shelby, the man who straddled the line between the law and the underworld, she was not afraid.

Thomas Shelby’s notoriety preceded him like a shadowy myth and, again, his lips curled into a barely perceptible smirk, his features a carefully crafted mask of unreadable intent. The flicker of amusement in his eyes danced with a darkness that weakened Y/N's knees.

Was here to bid, she wondered? Or was he for the show and the sheer absurdity of it all?

"Let us not waste any time," the auctioneer then continued, his voice dripping with a blend of excitement and intrigue.

"Bidding for Miss Y/N begins at five hundred pounds" the actioneer then announced and the crowd stirred, pockets of murmurs rising like a symphony of anticipation. The forbidden allure of Y/N's offer had captivated them all, and now they were hungry for the chase.

Thomas Shelby remained a silent observer, however. His eyes locked onto Y/N's form with an intensity that made her feel exposed. A shiver of uncertainty crawled up her spine, but she refused to falter. She had made her decision, and she would see it through to the end.

Then, the first bid pierced the air, followed swiftly by another and another. The numbers climbed higher, the desperation of the bidders mirrored in their furious gestures and sharp intakes of breath. From her vantage point on the stage, Y/N watched the faces blur together, a sea of greedy desire stretching out before her like a treacherous ocean.

Among the throng of potential purchasers, only one stood out to her still and this was Thomas Shelby. His eyes were unwavering and fixed upon her. Bids soared into the thousands, the clambering voices echoing through the rafters. In this room of twisted desires and hidden intentions, Y/N's worth was being calculated, her innocence commodified.

A sense of nausea swirled within Y/N's gut, the weight of what she was about to lose hitting her like a sucker punch. She knew the money would bring temporary relief, but the cost of her first time being handed over so coldly – it was a sacrifice she could never fully comprehend.

Biting her bottom lip, Y/N steadied herself, her gaze finding solace in the not-so-innocent eyes of Thomas Shelby across the room. She had set this chain of events in motion, and she would have to live with the consequences, whatever they may be. At last, the bidding war reached its peak, the crowd growing restless, each participant desperate to claim the illustrious prize. The air crackled with anticipation, a storm waiting to unleash its fury.

The auctioneer, sensing the crescendo, roared, "Going once, going twice..." The tension in the room reached a fever pitch, every person holding their breath, their gaze transfixed on the stage. And then, in an instant, Thomas Shelby's voice, low and commanding, cut through the silence like a knife.

"Ten thousand pounds" he said and the room gasped, a collective intake of breath that snaked its way through the assembled throng.

Thomas's bid was a declaration, a statement that he alone was the one who would possess her at a price that was much higher than any other bid before.

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest, her pulse reverberating in her temples. She locked eyes with Thomas, her voice trembling as she promised herself that she would not crumble beneath his intimidating presence even though he wanted her to, by simply looking at her.

"Sold to Thomas Shelby for ten thousand pounds!" the auctioneer's proclamation hung in the air, sealing Y/N's fate like a binding contract.

A mixture of relief and trepidation surged through her veins, her steps faltering as she descended from the stage, her composure teetering on the edge. Thomas approached her with a measured stride, his every move calculated and deliberate. He extended a gloved hand towards her, a pale contrast against the darkness that seemed to radiate from him.

"Y/N, is it?" he asked, his voice a low timbre that held a hidden power, causing in Y/N to nod silently.

"It appears you now belong to me" he then asserted and Y/N paused for a moment, feeling herself teetering on the precipice between freedom and captivity.

“It seems so” Y/N responded as she chose to swallow her fear and accepted his hand, their fingers intertwining in a pact that neither of them fully comprehended.

“Very well then” Thomas responded before he pulled her closer and Y/N felt the weight of his reputation settle upon her shoulders. The echoes of his criminal empire whispered around her, the unknown dangers lurking beneath the surface of this enigmatic man.

With every guiding step, Thomas led her out of the brothel and into the night, the rain washing away the remnants of her former life. The world around her seemed to fade into insignificance, her focus solely on the ruthless man who had claimed her as his own.

***

Eventually, they emerged onto the dark streets of Small Heath, the rain obscuring their silhouettes as they walked side by side. Y/N's nerves danced with a mix of apprehension and curiosity, her mind frantically searching for answers to the questions that suddenly enveloped her.

"You've heard of me, eh. So you know what I do?" Thomas stated, his voice cutting through the raindrops like a razor and Y/N hesitated to answer for a moment, her words momentarily catching in her throat.

"Yes. I have heard that you are dangerous," she finally admitted, the honesty laced with a touch of fear. A hint of a smile danced across Thomas's lips, his eyes narrowing with a blend of amusement and something darker.

"Dangerous, eh?” he chuckled. “Well, I suppose that is not entirely wrong. Although, one might argue that danger can be seductive” Thomas then asserted and Y/N absorbed his words, feeling a shiver run down her spine. She couldn't deny the magnetic pull she felt towards this enigmatic criminal, as if some inexplicable force drew them together despite the odds stacked against them.

"Why me?" she whispered, her voice barely above a breathy plea. The question hung in the air, mingling with the quiet patter of raindrops on the pavement. Thomas stopped abruptly, his grip on her hand tightening ever so slightly. His gaze bore into her, stripping away any pretence that either of them wore.

"Because I saw something in you that intrigued me. Despite, what kind of criminal would not want someone as innocent as you to corrupt, eh?" Thomas joked as the rain continued its relentless assault, washing away the remnants of Y/N's innocence and revealing a strength that had long lain dormant within her.

This journey was not just about the loss of her virginity – it was an awakening, a test of her own resilience. The intoxicating mix of danger, attraction, and the unknown propelled Y/N forward, her heart pounding in her chest like a wild creature. She had embarked on a journey into darkness, and she was determined to emerge on the other side, transformed.

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